Claws [Sukuna X Reader]

Chapter 1/2

Hii, Hello! First things first: This is a slightly altered version of Jujutsu Kaisen. I changed a major aspect of the anime/manga for the sake of this fanfiction: Sukuna is in a human form (just like in the picture above) constantly. He was "extracted" from Yuuji's body and is now living together with the rest of the cast in the school. He's allowed to stay not only there with them, but also allowed to stay alive even tho he's one of the villains of this show/manga. Just think of it as his powers aren't that strong anymore idk. Still being one of the strongest, but not to a degree where he is a threat to humanity anymore.
Now, that, that's out of the way. Let's start with the actual fan fiction! I hope you'll like it ♡
Sincerely, Kira

Major warning:
If you're not comfortable with reading very mature/dark stuff, please, stop right here. I will be discussing mental, physical, and sexual abuse.
As a person who's been through all of that, I can at least show an accurate representation as well as show awareness of how awful that stuff truly is. Sukuna is a character who sees women as objects as far as I know, and I will keep his character in this fanfiction to a certain degree (There will be some character development, to say the least. This is a fanfic after all). This is also some kind of comfort for me personally. Writing is some sort of relief and therapy if you so will. So beware, again, if you feel uncomfortable, do not hesitate and leave. It is your free choice. No one is forcing you, it's okay.
As of Geto, I'm still unsure how he would treat women, or if he's interested in them at all. I could have chosen a simple OC of mine, to not "damage" his reputation, but on the other hand.. it wouldn't be as 💫intense💫 then if it was just some random OC and not a character from the anime, right? So there's that. Geto seems to be the most suitable character for this role.
And while we're speaking of roles, this is just a fanfiction, this is all fun and games and all in my head. Nothing more, nothing less.
If you're having any thoughts on that, any recommendations and suggestions, feel free to leave them in the comments section. I'll be reading and answering all of them. Just be nice, okay? Discussions are great, rude people aren't.
Thanks to everyone who's willing to read this. And now, finally, have fun while reading!
Yours sincerely (yes, again),
Kira ♡

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Geto's hold tightened around your neck, the veins on his arm and hand were raging with anger. "What did you say?", he repeated himself. A single whine left your throat as a shark pain shot through it and down your spine. He needs to stop, now. "It... It hurts..", you said what he wanted to hear. He wasn't satisfied with your answer and pressed harder. Not where you'd stop getting air, but where your skin is soft enough to catch some bruises. Just a few moments ago you made Geto very angry. He wanted to treat you nicely, cover your whole body in kisses and enjoy himself while playing with your nipples, but you were tired and unhappy. Clearly not in the mood for anything sexual as your stomach doesn't remember the last time receiving some food. He totally neglected you in that aspect. Always too busy with his work and other members of his "gang". Mahito was nice enough to share some of his food with you whenever he came over. You thanked him for that, receiving side-eye views from Geto in response. But he never stopped Mahito.

"You're daring to say that to me?", his tone was low and husky, but the despise against her comment in voice was hard to unnotice. His grip slightly loosened as he came closer to her ear to say these words. When sitting up straight again he let go of your throat and admired his work. You were shivering. His gaze was hungry and evil. He wanted to see you dead one day, but not today. Today he would play with you once more. Punish you for saying your real thoughts out loud. One of his hands traveled down your upper body, very slowly, while his other hand was unbuttoning his shirt. "You know how it goes, do you? Your little brain should at least by now." His right hand stopped on your waist. "P-Please", you begged him to stop but he received it in another way as his hand moved further down again. "You want me to fuck you?" He was smirking now, devilish. You wanted to grab his hands and make him stop. But you knew that this would make him even angrier as you already tried that once. You weren't as week as you seemed. At least before he came into your life and crushed it with his bare hands. Why he found interest in you was still a mystery, maybe you were just unlucky, being at the wrong place the wrong time, but here you are and you can't escape.
His slender fingers stroked past your clit and entered you without a warning. You clenched your thighs even tighter now, not wanting him there. "S-Stop", you murmured against your arm which was covering the bottom half of your face. The pain in your stomach made you always lose your mind. It was so vibrant, so clenching, and very brutal. He noticed this a few days ago and actually wanted to treat you right after this, but now that you're all so whiny and miserable, he didn't want to do it anymore.
He took a closer look at your body. the curves weren't as round as they were when he first say you. Your skin not as soft anymore, covered in bruised he gave you himself. One of them caught his eye specifically. It was on your hip. A long scratch, brightly red as if an animal left it there and not your, the woman who's laying in front of him. He thought about kissing the scratch. Maybe this would ease you up a bit? But he didn't. He decided to kiss your collar bone instead. He didn't stop his fingers from moving in and outside of your throbbing heat, however. His nails were harming your insides yet again. You wished he stopped. What if you kicked at him? He wasn't holding your legs still, you could do it theoretically. So you did. You kicked one of your legs into the air a few times and hoped to hit him at least once. "Oh, little~ Just as I calmed down you're making my blood boil again? What did you expect from this?" He was right. What did you expect from your stupid action? That he'd change his mind and let you go? No, not Geto, not in this lifetime.
You did hit him, but it was nothing near the pain that you were feeling, more of a tickle to him. As you gave up, he placed one of his knees right in between your tired legs. Geto also pushed your arm away and held onto your wrist. Towering over you he seemed even more intimidating. "Why aren't you answering me, little girl?"